I had been feeling really stressed about the medical test from yesterday and, since my T is on vacation this week, texted MC about it both last night and this morning (plus mentioning it in an e-mail response to him). I was a bit disappointed I didn't hear anything from him, but figured he was just busy. I was going a bit crazy and ended up calling my doctor's office around 1 to see if they had results, and the receptionist was able to tell me that nothing suspicious turned up, though she'd still have the actual doctor call me to give me more specifics ("like measurements," because I really need to know the dimensions of my ovaries!).

About a half hour ago, my phone rang, and I was expecting to be my doctor. Was pleasantly surprised to see it was MC, calling to see how I was doing (I hadn't even asked him to call). Felt maybe a little silly being like, "Well, I think now I'm fine," which he said he was glad to hear. We still talked for a couple minutes, with me saying I'd been in a pretty dark place at one point, and him saying how it was normal to be worried about this. And that he wanted me to realize that I managed to handle the anxiety. I was like, "Well, yeah, but I shouldn't have sent you multiple texts and I should have talked to H more about it, and..." He said I was doing the "should" thing again, and I was like, "Yeah, and we just talked about that." I agreed that it was tough, but I did manage it. I thanked him for calling and said I didn't want to keep him since I was mostly OK now. He told me to take care, and I said him, too.

So, that was nice. Would be good to hear from my actual doctor though...